Google can give you a lesson on bathing a baby from a woman who sounds exactly like Mary Poppins, and can tell you how to properly assemble any baby contraption ever made.
How did parents survive their kids’ infancies before Google?
We are inside the 60-day window now. Thus, I have to figure how to activate my ringer on my phone. Last weekend, we had a wonderful baby shower at Deer Run Winery. It was incredibly humbling, and my fear of no one showing up was quickly evaporated in the packed hen house, which included some very excited grandmas, aunts and cousins. As these relatives sat at a table together, I realized something. These are the women in my life that have shown me absolute love, and to be honest, absolute forgiveness for a wild adolescence that went a little longer than planned.
Time and time again, the women in my life have each scolded me but also forgiven me. They have shown me love in the way in which they have lived their lives. With that being said, maybe now I will ask forgiveness for that one ‘doozey’ of a party that almost took down our cottage. The good news is that I am sure that my daughter is going to invite me to all of her parties.
The other interesting part to all of this is that I find myself double checking everything I assemble. I have this horrifying vision of myself running down Center Street and little Mattie rolling away in the jogger, and me chasing it with the handle bar in my hand.
So as a result of its smashing success, Dad by Google will now be a regular column. This isn’t a vanity column. Think of it as more of a deer in the headlights column. I suppose that children must have survived being raised by parents before Google, but I sure am learning a lot.
I do think though that they should call these gatherings ‘baby baths.’ I’ve learned that you can’t shower babies for a while.